Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Newcleus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.